Friday, April 29, 2016

Cream of Chihuahua

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Kids get attached to things. A stuffed animal. A toy. Whatever.

My sister had a blanket as a kid that she LOVED. It was (as I recall) a light yellow blanket, soft as can be, with a silk edge. She called it her "Spotty blanket". And it was the only thing that she wanted when she was sleepy or sad or sick or just needed a moment to herself. She would suck her thumb and rub the silken part of Spotty against her nose and it would calm her. I had my sister. She was my attachment. Much to her dismay!

Well, we had a babysitter who lived across the street named Sally. We loved Sally. We loved her kids, we loved her house and we loved her dogs. She had these 2 chihuahuas. Chico and Muffin. Chico was like the Taco Bell chihuahua and Muffin was a black and white chihuahau. They were cute. We always like them. But they were ALWAYS getting busy. I mean all the time. Gettin' it on.

When we were bad, Sally would punish us with cream of mushroom soup. She would force us to eat it. That was our punishment. And it worked. I never wanted to do anything stupid enough to be fed that crap.

But of course, one day, we did something stupid. I'm sure it was me. My sister was usually the good one. But she ended up having to also be punished for all my wrongdoings. Sorry sister. Anyhow... one day I remember sitting at the table, unable to move until we finished our bowls of soup, whining because the last thing I wanted to be doing was eating this horrible soup that tasted like a dead skunk.

Next thing I know (or remember), Leigh is kind of freaking out and trying to get away from the table. She noticed that Spotty had become a third party in the Chico and Muffin love fest. A Chico, Muffin and Spotty threesome if you will. But we were being punished. So Sally wouldn't let her get up from the table. And that was very unfortunate for Spotty. Because Spotty ended up getting some cream of chihuahua soup all up on her. When we finished our soup, we were able to leave the table. Leigh rushed over to save Spotty. But it was too late. The damage had been done.

Leigh had to give up Spotty that day. It's impossible to get the smell of cream of chihuahua out of anything. She was devastated. There was no replacing Spotty. And still to this day we have a sour spot in our hearts for Chihuahuas and Cream of Mushroom Soup.